Birds born in a cage
don't know their wings can fly.
They indubitably think the act of flying,
is an illness to all illiterate birds.
They perch their post
and eat out of the hand
of an illierate person
they deem to be elite.
They let their feathers preen,
and look down on all illiterate birds
that fly below their cage of wisdom
because illiterate birds are ill.
But the illiterate birds fly
to an elevation the caged cant fathom.
their wings flaunt unwittingly,
a paradox of peace.
the illierate explore
and be crushed the same day.
but the caged, all mighty,
poor soul will die by inches
in the quiet monotony of repetition.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 10:41 AM UTC
Birds born in a cage
don't know their wings can fly.
They indubitably think the act of flying,
is an illness to all illiterate birds.
They perch their post
and eat out of the hand
of an illierate person
they deem to be elite.
They let their feathers preen,
and look down on all illiterate birds
that fly below their cage of wisdom
because illiterate birds are ill.
But the illiterate birds fly
to an elevation the caged cant fathom.
their wings flaunt unwittingly,
a paradox of peace.
the illierate explore
and be crushed the same day.
but the caged, all mighty,
poor soul will die by inches
in the quiet monotony of repetition.
